sometimes you just wish the system werent that rigid. and that no conscience was ever gonna bother you.

the blue always beats the green. hahahhaha

ANO BA USO NGAYON?

according to sprite, "magpakatotoo ka!"
gavin degraw says, "I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do or who I'm supposed to be, I don't want to be anything other than me."
"be yourself," says audioslave.

that's what modern world is telling us. be yourself. perhaps, that's why a lot of people are less spiritual now. or at least less scrupulous to church teachings. i don't feel like praying, why should i pray? or i don''t feel like going to mass. so i won't, even if the church tells me to. maybe that is why they try to make everything now personalized. you have the ipod and other i-stuff. or myglobe. myDSL. it's all about ME now.

then there's science. with advances in science, it is now hard to see the value of prayer. instead of seeing advances in science as gifts from God, people tend to see them as disproving God. "What is there left for God," the carmelango asks in angels and demons. rather than praising God for these graces, people use them as an excuse to remove God from their lives. and thus, the world, as the carmelango says again, is now spinning out of control.

the world now has a me-first mentality. me before others. me before you. my interests first, before the common good.
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two days ago, we concluded our transition summer (transsumm) program at the Ateneo School of Medicine and Public Health (kumpleto haha). according to Dra. Yap (or from what i get from her talk), ASMPH requires students to attend their transsumm so that they can incorporate in their lives the ateneo culture (and traditions). she says that when stressful days come, it is very easy to forget all the happy moments one has had in his/her life. his/her judgment will be clouded. and there is a tendency to just "get through" and survive the day.  and at the end of the day, the values you have learned from you culture will remain with you. with the birth of "being yourself mentality," it is very easy to think about oneself only in getting through. and thus, the ateneo tries so hard to instill in its students its values, which all sum up to being men/women for others. when stress comes, we are taught to think of the common good first, before our own interests.
it is really so hard to explain what being men/women for others really means (dr. arab did it for 3 and a half hours). so maybe, this passage which was read to us during our transsumm, would be helpful in explaining it.

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in times that we face stressful situations, and our instincts tell us to be ourselves, to "make pakatotoo" (hahahaha), and to be no one other than ourselves, let this passage define us.


i used "perhaps" and "maybe" a lot in this article because all of these are just my opinions. i am in no position to say that these are all certain. hahahaha

am i making any sense?:))
 

Tonight i untie my laces, remove my rubber shoes.
I'll put them inside a box, never to be used.

Tonight I take my jersey off, wash it clean and fresh,
Knowing that no more will I throw another tres.

Tonight before I go to sleep, I will put on my sling.
I am like a singer who is not allowed to sing.

Tomorrow is a new day. But onto yesterday I cling.
Do I make any sense, do you know what I'm saying?

haha!

look at those baby butts. so cute and so smooth, owned by two innocent babies. but inside those butts are assholes. but we'd rather have them kept, right? we don't want those butt holes showing, right?

moral of the story: no matter how ncie a person might seem, there's an asshole inside of him/her

jan 14 - 18, 2009

jan 14 - badminton
     15 - table tennis
     16 - dodgeball
     17 - basketball, volleyball, futsal, sudoku, scrabble
     18 - THE BAPTISM

for more details, contact your batchreps or hall govs.

you walk into a restaurant because you've heard that they sell the best iced tea in town.
so you go there and you order one iced tea.

scene 1: they give you apple juice instead. here's what you can do.
    1) drink it, coz it what's been given you. until you crave for an iced tea again. or
    2) you ask them to change it. coz you asked for an iced tea.

scene 2: they give you iced tea, but it's not actually what it is hyped up to be. you can
    1) finish it and not enjoy the rest of your stay. you ordered it anyways.
    2) drink only as much as you can. and then when you feel that you can't take any more of that drink, stop drinking.

naglalabo na naman ako. haha.

Repost para masiraan na ng ulo mga authorities

The world has gone crazy.
Bambee dela Paz

So, I just had the worst day of my life.

At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they're with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn't give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head..."Sorry na po, sorry na po...tama na...tama na po..." With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: "Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!" And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He's the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He's the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He's a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: "Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta'y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?"

The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, "Tatandaan kita!" And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother's bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he's dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face "they're beating my father up and you want me to stop?!" I pull at his shirt--I don't let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn't even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino's right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor's bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. "Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila...Maam...umalis na po kayo please..."

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn't do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn't it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother's ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.

The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.

you how they say, "it's so funny how time flies fast when you're doing a lot of things." no, it's not funny.
these past two weeks, the days have gone so fast. and it made me wish there were more than 24 hours in a day, more than 7 days in a week. but there aren't. and i have to face that.

and the reality of time flying faster and faster as we get older hit me harder than it usually does this time. i remember when i was 1,7 this thought first hit me. and i wished i could stop time. i had the desire to control time and stop it, even for just a year. and then i remembered the last time i wished i had control over time: when i was in childhood, about 9 or so. but that time it was different. i wanted to control time so i could make it move faster. when i saw the high school couples in our school; when i saw the older boys smoking and drinking; when i saw the cool dudes driving their cars; when i heard my uncles talk about their late night escapades, i always wished i was older.

now i am older. 11 years older, in fact. next year, a lot of my friends will be working. and i will probably in the med school whose qualifications i will meet. be it working or pursuing post graduate studies, time then will surely pass by so quickly. there just wouldn't be enough time to read leisurely, play basketball, study, and spend time with your friends and loved ones all in a day. 2 or 3 will have to be compromised there.
but that's how life works. when you're young time walks leisurely. when you're older, it's trying so hard to reach the finish line. everything around you becomes a blur. and you realize you just want to walk again. but you can't. or others will take the trophy away from you

and so this blog is for the youngsters; if you're older than 10 years old, stop reading from here.
mga bata, it is okay for you to wish that you could fast-forward time. it is normal. it is a given fact that many children want to do that. but let me warn you that later on in your lives (especially in adolescence), it will pass by faster. and it becomes faster and faster as you age. and so, while you wish you could make time move faster, just don't forget to
spend time with your parents. don't be embarrased to hold their hands in public. enjoy i when they tuck you in at night. kiss them before you sleep. later on, nobody will do it for you. you might even be the one doing that.
also, watch kiddie movies. there's nothing wrong with watching barney and batibot. (screw) don't mind your friends who tell you it's not cool. if everyone watched barney till they're twelve, i don't terrorism and war would be present in the world.
don't wish you were old enough for a heterosexual relationship. crush is good. there's no commitment and you can change her the moment you suddenly realized she's not for you. with a crush, you can still talk to other girls. with a girlfriend, i'm not sure. depends on the girl. same is true with the girls and your crushes.
don't envy those who can drink and smoke. their brains and lungs look like burger patties. you're are healthy-looking. drink milk, orange juice, hot choco.
laslty, i would like to tell you that there's proper time for all of these. so don't rush. enjoy the moment. so that when you reach adolesence, you won't find yourself wishing you could turn back or stop time. and you could enjoy each moment of your life.

this is too deep for a 9 year old to grasp.
but as robert browning said, "your grasp must be beyond your reach, for what's a heaven for?" labo :)) nonsense.

prologue: i havent really read dante's the divine comedy, but i know for a fact that he claims that inferno has 9 concentric circles, in the middle of which you will find satan.
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this week is the hell-est of all hell weeks. I think i am in the innermost circle of dante's inferno. coz ive ctually seen the face of the devil himself. and he comes by the name of _____ _____.
and if you haven't seen him, then you're not having hell week yet. at least not literally. HAHA
(or you haven't gotten into the innermost circle yet).
go to (hell) heaven and (burn) melt, sucker.

haha sorry.

1. Save tissue use hands.. softer than kleenex ang skin.

2. Rotate clothes and undies.

3. Give croissant rather than just pandesal.

4. Pay your dues to the Honesty store.

5. Use dental floss cheaper than toothcrush and toothpaste combined.

6. Constipate to save water

7. Share a can of sardines to NBA losers

8. Merry Christmash

friend 1 (while we were drinking): tara na bai! street street na!
me: anong street street?
elvin: oo nga, street street. hahaha!
friend 1: street street ba, para may tama na kagad.
me: oooh, straight straight! haha

hahahaha
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still friend 1
friend 1 (while the leading lady in Pathology was taking off her clothes): ayan na bai nagbuhad na!
me: hubad gago!
elvin: hahahaha!!!

hahahahaha
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me: oi napanood mo na body of lies?
friend 2: no, what's that?
me: aah wala basta movie.
friend 2: not yet eh. bakit pala?
me: kamuka kasi nung babae si blah blah blah.
friend: ooh okay.di pa eh.
...
....
.....
after about 20 seconds
friend: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
me: ?
friend: aah body of lies! akala ko BUTTER OF FLIES. hahaha!

who'd give a movie that title?! haha




clue hindi sila si jeeboy. at lalong lalo na hindi si marlowe!:p

when a writer writes an article about sadness, anger, or anything that relays a strong negative emotion, people call him emo. but what's the point of writing, right?

i mean, look at the books that sell, the songs that make it to the hit charts, the movies that win awards, many of them are "emo." Look at Eminem, or the books of nicholas sparks, or the movies. ah, the movies. the directors always find ways to insert a love story in any type of movies (action, comedy). look at superman who cannot tell his secret to the girl he loves. or batman, whose love interest knows his true identity but refuses to love him. or spiderman, who had to go thru 2 or 3 movies to tell his true ID to mary jane. 
so what's up with them???   

i think -i think lang so u can choose to disagree haha - the reason emo sells, is... let's put it this way. when you're happy, you tell a number of people about your happiness, and then F everybody else. you're happy. you do not care about anything else in the world. and who wants to know about your happiness, right? (aside from the few people whom you've told about it to).

but when you're emo, misery loves company. the larger the support group, the better.

and so many of the best works are emo. i think they are looking for company, at the same time that they are trying to "let it all out." and then a lot of people read, coz maybe it makes them feel good that other people go through what they have felt at some point in their lives; that they are not alone; that someone is going through the same shit. and it makes you happy right? knowing that you are not alone? (example pa? sa dilim, bakit pag may kasama ka di ka na takot, e pag gsto magpakita ng multo sayo magpapakita yan kahit ilan kayo?)

so in conclusion, monch's blog is serious today. haha
no seriously, in conclusion, when people call you bloggers emo, tell them to F off and call you a rapper, or a director, or a writer instead. :))

i will sleep after writing this. and im not yet halfway through theo. but let me tell you the rationale behind me sleeping. brace yourself this is gonna be profound.

in "theologizing," what's necessary is enlightenment. you may have understood all the discussions in your class but without enlightment, what reflection can u make for your orals right? so tonite is sleep. because it's hopeless for me to stay awake. It's night time, there's no light.
tomorrow at 8, i will wake up. by then the sun will have already risen. there's enlightenment.

profound. bow

life...
it's like chemistry.
some topics you understand. when you face a problem about that topic, you get 5 points easily.
some topics you don't get. so to prepare for problems, you just have to memorize and familiarize yourself with the problems by answering the problem sets.
the worst part?
you have to take one chem subject after another.
and in then end, you know it's not really applicable in your medical practice.

(leave the formulation of medicines to the pharmacists!) 

you know why im still awake at this time? because lately, it's been hard to find a waking time that is actually free -that you i don't have anything to do. well now actually i have a lot of stuff to do but ive scheduled everything for tomrrow.

so here's tonite's story...

a while ago, my dad told me that if i got good grades this sem i'd get a fo -wait for it -cus, ford focus.
happy for me? don't be just yet.

when i was in fourth year high school, he told me that if i studied hard, graduated with flying colors, and got into a good school, i'd get a car. i did all those. no car.

when i was in first year of college, he said i should first get through first year, with good grades, and i'd get a new car. i did not think my qpi was good enough though. no car.

for two more years, that's what he kept on telling me. good grades, i'd get a car. and time passed on, and the line became a little rusty, and my smile became smaller and smaller -it used to reach my ears but now it only goes up to one of my pimples here on my cheek haha. so i finally stopped getting my hopes up high. i realized he just might be giving me a motivation to work hard every sem. motivation withouth substance.
and then this evening again. he sent me a text message, asking me if i was studying or was out with friends. i said i had to study. and then he replied with the message about me getting a focus.

and then i had a funny (or great?) realization: I WILL INDEED GET A GOOD CAR (or a focus).
my father must not have been talking about giving me a car if i got good grades. maybe he was talking about me getting a car for myself. after all, he just kept on saying that i would get a car.

perhaps what he meant was this: if today i study hard, and work hard, and strive hard to get good grades, then in the future, i will be able to get a job. a good job. good enough to get me my car! haha

sleep is for the weak. i am weak. haha

for abnormal psychologists.

:|

look at the grass. so green and so beautiful right?
how about those TALL trees? also so green, right?

but it beats me why, despite their beauty, and green-ness, and great height, they can never reach the BLUE sky. :D

DLSU's about to celebrate their 100th year of existence i think. and we're celebrating our 150th. someone's really got to come second to the best.:D

packing champions baybee!!! one big fight!